Prince Jaehaerys Targaryen sat atop his dragon Vhagar, the black scaled and purple eyed beast, flying towards Winterfell the home of his mother's kin. He was accompanied by Ser Arthur Dayne of the Kings guard, known all around Westeros as the Sword of the Morning for he wielded the Great sword known as Dawn which was forged from the remnants of a falling star, but to him Arthur was more akin to an uncle than a mere protector.
He was making his annual trip up to the North ever since he had finished his fostering with the Starks four years ago at the age of ten and four. Being second in line to the throne after his brother meant that Jaehaerys did not have as many duties as the heir allowing him such reprieves and also allowed him to have some semblance of privacy. As a result, it allowed the young prince to focus more on his martial training, which to say the least paid off in spades as he was now regarded as one of the most deadliest swordsmen in all of Westeros right up there with Ser Arthur himself.
Other than fighting he had a passion for travelling, having visited nearly every major holdfast in his father's realm. Dorne and the water gardens was right up there with his favourite places as its culture was close to his heart, their freedom of expression resonated with him deeply on a spiritual level, not to mention all the beautiful women that lived there. Thinking of the sandy region reminded him of the last time he visited, taking his sister Rhaenys and her cousin Arianne out in the open of the Dornish heat multiple times only to repeat each time in the refreshing pools of the water gardens. fucking his sweet aunt Daenerys from behind every night as she lapped up the sweet nectar in between the legs of either Tyene or Nymeria.
Memories of Dorne caused his breeches to tighten forcing him to reshuffle in his saddle to regain some semblance of comfort. He would find some comely ladies to release his sexual frustration upon for his sweet sister and aunt were both back in the capital. It had only been a day since he had made his journey north and bedded both his future brides yet he was still horny as he could finally see Winterfell in the distance. He would need to find some warm, tight cunt to keep him warm and hearty in the dreary North.
He directed Vhagar to fly in a circle directly above Winterfell showing off the power and might of house Targaryen to all onlookers from below. Slowly, Vhagar began to descend outside the walls of the ancient keep of the winter kings. Ser Arthur in tow, the dark prince made his way to through the gates as a guard introduced him to all those that had lined up to greet him on his arrival. As his presence was announced, everybody took a knee in respect as his uncle spoke first "Winterfell is yours Your Grace" the usual greeting when a royal was on a visit.
The dark haired prince asked for everyone to rise as he began to thank and converse with his mother's family. He received a firm handshake from his uncle Eddard and a curtsy from his beautiful aunt Catelyn, with her fiery red hair and mesmerising blue eyes. Not to mention her wide womanly hips and full ripe breasts as she graced me with a smile and a not so discreet look over, hmm mayhaps I will finally indulge in the fantasy of bedding my uncles heavenly wife.
He was then given a bear hug by his cousin Robb who he had forged a close relationship more akin to brotherhood ever since he first came to Winterfell all those years ago for fostering, he was followed by his energetic younger siblings , fierce Arya, lovable Bran and wild Rickon as they jumped on him expressing how they missed him so much and babbled on about all that he had missed. Lastly, the young Lady Sansa gave him a perfect curtsy and a dazzling smile as she held her out her hand for me to kiss which I happily indulged her with, she truly was a vision, a younger almost perfect replica of her mother right down to the high cheekbones.
"How long will you be staying with us my prince?" asked his cousin Sansa with a blush adorning her cheeks as I gave her my most charming smile, "for as long as House Stark will have me my lady" I replied. At that all members gave me a beaming smile in response even my usually stoic uncle. "We have prepared royal chambers for you my prince, if you'd like to rest after your journey before the feast commences in your honour tonight." Politely spoke Lady Catelyn, "Thank you my lady for your kindness but I have quite a lot of energy to spare which I was hoping to alleviate in the sparring yard" I responded in kind.
I turned to Robb and asked him for a friendly spar if he was up for it to which he nodded quite eagerly at and led me to the training yard. My kings guard followed with many of the others in tow excited to see us clash blades and see the famous dark prince swing the legendary Dark Sister.
A few hours later
Sparring with his cousin Robb and various different guards serving the Starks was fun to say the least, they may not have posed the same challenge as some of the Kings guards but they were a lot better than most southern knights. After the sparring had come to an end, he had decided to bathe in one of the hot springs hidden beneath Winterfell itself, giving Arthur some time to rest before resuming his shift at the feast as his companion Ghost would keep a lookout and well who would dare attack him in Winterfell.
The spring he had chosen was rather spacious, easily fitting ten people and the water was pleasantly hot providing great relief to his muscles. He stretched out as much as he could before reaching over for the soap so he could scrub himself down and rid his body of all the grimy sweat he had accumulated in the yard. Once he had thoroughly scrubbed his skin raw he allowed himself to lean back and just relax in the soothing heat of the water.
The longer he lay there, the more his mind began to wander as he thought about what he would do once he was done with his visit. He would most likely fly back to the capital and begin finalising his marriage to both his sister and aunt in order to keep the Targaryen blood pure so they could retain their control over the dragons now they had returned to the world. Many would find a polygamous marriage queer especially one that was incestual but he was a Targaryen and so he answered to neither Gods nor men. Once the marriage was done he'd have to finally take up his position as Prince of Summerhall as per his fathers wishes with the old Targaryen castle being rebuilt as a gift for him, and he couldn't complain for it was truly the most grand keep in all of Westeros and the envy of many Lords.
Truly, he was grateful for all that he was blessed with, the legitimate son of a king allowed to marry two exquisite princesses and have rule over his own keep. Not to mention being the rider of the largest dragon alive and wielding Dark sister, one of the most legendary blades to exist and his own humble opinion the most deadly for it had an unexplainable thirst for blood. He could still remember the day he was presented with the Valyrian steel sword from his father in front of a full court and the awe he felt when he wrapped his hand around the hilt. The joy was visible on the face of all his family members, the pride for him shining in their eyes and in some cases a look of lust which he happily returned. His father had ordered a feast to celebrate but the true celebration was after the feast as he was visited by both his future brides and they indulged in a night of passion.
As much as he loved both princesses, he knew he regularly lusted for the beauty of a more mature woman which struck him with the thought of Lady Catelyn and having her naked before him on her knees at his mercy as she carried out his bidding and fulfilled his desires. He wondered if the busty redhead shaved her cunt or did she like keeping a small bush down there, he really hoped she was like the Dornish in that regard and kept it void of any hair.
"Is everything alright your grace?" lady Catelyn asked as she appeared seemingly out of the shadows, the curvaceous noblewomen had changed into a new outfit which could only be described as scandalous by Westerosi standards barring Dorne. It was an azure coloured silk dress that complimented her flowing locks of fiery hair, the material so thin every curve was prominently displayed and the neckline was so low her gorgeous tits were almost bared to him.
Jon's breath quickened and his cock hardened but thankfully the steam would somewhat hid his obvious arousal at the sight of the older woman. "everything is fine my lady in fact the only thing missing is some good company" Jon replied with a charming grin. "Well as a good host I can't in good conscience leave you in solitude" Catelyn responded as she in one smooth motion removed her dress allowing it to drop to the floor and exposing her glorious naked body.
As Jon looked her up and done he noticed that did indeed have no hair above her pretty pink pussy, he took in her flat stomach and how thin her waist was yet she had perfectly wide, child-bearing hips. Jon couldn't help but smile at what he was seeing and it seemed she appreciated his attention as she graced him with a coy smile. She had untied her long auburn hair and slowly submerged in the pool in such a way that he felt like he was watching some forbidden sex show in Lys. She sat directly opposite him, the water coming up to just below her tits allowing him to take note of her stiffened peaks showcasing her arousal.
"I am honoured by your presence my lady." Spoke the young prince only for her to shake her head and respond " since we are in such an informal setting I think it is only right you refer to me as Catelyn" as she spoke she brought up her hands to her tits and began to massage them taking extra care to tweak her hardened nubs.
"I'd be happy to do so Catelyn but there is one thing I wish for in return," Jon whispered as he shifted closer to her, close enough he was able to whisper in her ear "You". A wide smile adorned her face as lust shone clearly in those blue orbs as he began to pepper her with gentle kisses along her neck before capturing her luscious lips with his owns as they lost themselves in the throes of the passionate embrace. One hand reached out to cup an ample breast causing her to mewl like some wanton whore residing on the street of silk in Kings Landing. Her lips parted giving him the opportunity to have full access to her mouth as he began to explore with his tongue but she was not one to be outdone for she used her own tongue to regain some control, yet it was obvious he had more experience as he won and began to suck on her tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her body. Eventually he had to break the kiss so both could regain some air, their breathless heaves overwhelming the silence of the spring as he pulled her into his embrace and began to fondle her supple ass cheeks as his erect cock rubbed against her sweet pussy.
He cupped her face with tenderness and kissed her again, Catelyn returned the kiss and gently bit his bottom lip gaining access to his mouth as she returned the favour with each passing second his cock began to twitch from the arousal he felt. His hands wandered once more to her breasts as he cupped and squeezed them, they were some of the largest he had felt before with only Rhaenys and Arianne surpassing her. He rolled a hard nub in between his fingers eliciting another sexy moan from the older woman, "you know your uncle doesn't pay this much attention to my body during our marital duties." He was flabbergasted with his uncle, he had one of the most beautiful women in the realm as his wife and couldn't even do the bare minimum, "well it seems I must pay extra attention so as to make up for his poor performances." Catelyn could only grin at his proclamation and rewarded him with another heated kiss.
Soon enough Jon realised that the water was becoming more of a hindrance and he wanted to see all of her as he fucked her into a slutty mess. Using his strength he picked her up mid kiss as she instinctively wrapped her legs and placed her on the side of the spring. Droplets of water poured down her body and back into the pool, Jon pulled away so his eyes could feast on her appearance once more. Her skin was pale and smooth not a blemish in sight, her breasts were bountiful but still held firm despite her age and many years of motherhood. Hardened nipples that were a light pink colour stiffened with arousal as Jon's eyes travelled lower he found a cleanly shaven cunt. He gave her a devilish smile before pushing himself out of the water to give her a view of his own body. Jon possessed the broad chest and shoulders of the Starks with the ethereal facial features of the Targaryen's, truly he had the best of both bloodlines. Years of martial training in the yard and combat had helped him to develop a physique that would leave most knights reeling in envy and the most innocent maidens drooling in shameless lust.
Catelyn slowly licked her ravished lips in anticipation as he stood before her in all his glory before he dropped to his knees and positioned himself between her legs until his nose was practically in her wet cunt. He slowly began to kiss her inner thighs in a teasing manner before blowing on her swollen clit leading Catelyn to release a loud hiss. Jon could only grin in anticipation at what was to still come and slowly pushed a finger inside of her and then another relishing in how wet she was for him. He pulled his fingers out only to hold it up for the redhead to see as he licked his finger clean whilst never breaking eye contact, Catelyn's eyes seemed to darken further as a result of his actions. Jon lowered his head and began to eat her divine cunt, his tongue began slow as he probed her pussy folds but her soft moans began to embolden him in his endeavour so he became more vigorous and pierced her wet folds repeatedly as her moaning got much louder . His tongue moved in long circular motions and Catelyn's breath hitched as he hit a specific spot to which Jon took note of for later use. He continued to prod and probe but was determined to stay away from her clit for the time being as he wanted to tease the Lady of Winterfell.
Despite his best attempts to frustrate her, it became clear that she had a lower tolerance because her breathing began to quicken as she squirmed due the oral relief he was providing. The signs of her release quickly approaching became apparent so he decided to change strategy and the long circular licks became more akin to concentrated attacks on her clit. His tongue stroked it, before he felt it throb and she released a cry of pleasure. Her delicious juices poured into his mouth and Jon lapped them up like an animal in a frenzy over a kill. Catelyn came so hard that some dribbled out of his mouth and down onto his chin but he made sure to savour as much of her cum as possible. He sat back on his haunches with a wide grin as he let her catch her breath from the thunderous orgasm she just experienced. Her chest heaved heavily as sweat trickled down between her breasts "Where did you learn to do that," she murmured as her breathing returned to normal as Jon just smiled and shrugged in nonchalance.
Suddenly she moved onto her hands and knees and crawled over to him, her hips swaying from side to side as she did so. Her flowing locks tressed behind her and the face she made was like that of a predator stalking its prey causing Jon's cock to throb till it was fully erect. Catelyn paused in front of his hard length and just stared in awe at the giant phallus mere inches from her face. "What a beautiful cock you have" she whispered before licking the tip and tracing kisses up and down his length. "so big and thick with balls full of cum just for me, let me take care of you my dragon". "Suck it, I want to cover you in my seed" Jon growled, he was so hard and wished for release so he could mark her as his slut. She looked at him with a wry smile before engulfing half his length in one attempt causing Jon to groan at the warmth of her mouth, the heat providing a pleasant feeling to him. She began to bob her head up and down in smooth motions as her tongue was tracing the underside of his cock as he moaned in delight. He pushed his hand into her wet hair and began to force his entire length in her unholy mouth with half of his thick cock down her throat before she began to gag. Jon wanted to fuck her face but he decided not to so he released his grip on her and allowed her to service him at her own speed. She continued to suck his cock hungrily, moving her head back and forth with her hands fondling his balls. She was adequately skilled, which was definitely a surprise as he didn't think she'd be so experienced with her mouth but then again the world was full of surprises and the taboo of taking his uncles wife was proof enough for him. She looked up at him for approval and he graced her with a moan whilst stroking her cheeks. His cock continued to throb and he decided he wanted to fuck her cunt now.
"On your hands and knees" he ordered, "I'm going to fuck you like a wolf would his bitch" clouded by arousal Catelyn quickly obliged with his order. He moved between her legs and rubbed his pulsing cock along her wet pussy lips. Her cunt was dripping for him and he resisted the urge to tease her further so he slowly slid into her warm, sopping cunt. They both released a hiss as Jon's length slowly filled her, she was remarkably tight even after giving birth five times so he slowly gave her inch after inch allowing her to get used to his size until he was buried to the hilt. Once he was sure shed be fine he began to slowly thrust into her quickly finding his rhythm, as his speed increased her wanton moans began to progressively get louder turning him on further. Jon reached around with one hand to play with her breasts as the other began to spank her fleshy ass cheeks.
"Harder!" she shouted in pleasure and Jon could only happily comply. The sound of him fucking her echoed loudly throughout the cove that hid the spring they were hidden within. "Such a little whore aren't you?" Jon grunted as he thrusted furiously into her little snatch, "you love being fucked by your nephew don't you, does your husband not fuck you like this." She could only moan in response as he hit all the spots that her husband could never. He smiled to himself as he began to circle his hips, pushing his cock all around her magnificent cunt. Catelyn moaned and sank deeper into a lust filled frenzy, "Such a woman you are" he murmured as he spanker her arse. "On your hands and knees for me like a bitch. Having my cock up your cunt, I wonder what would the honourable Lord Stark think." That got the reaction he was hoping from her as her walls tightened around him, almost as if her walls were trying to milk him. Jon grunted and slapped her arse again, relishing the sound produced .As he fucked her, he had a sudden desire to claim her third hole knowing his uncle would have never fucked her arsehole before. He lubricated his thumb with some spit and then shoved it into her rosebud, causing her to buck wildly against him like a bitch in heat.
Jon decided she needed to learn her place so he leaned back and smacked her arse as hard as he could, leaving a bright pink handprint on her cheeks. Jon grinned as he saw this, his wolfsblood took over as he marked his uncles wife as his own. His heavy balls were slapping against her clit and without warning Jon felt Catelyn's walls tighten even more around him as she cried out in a wave of pleasure as she began to squirt out ropes of cum onto his cock. He bit his lip and sunk his fingers into her fleshy pale arse cheeks as his balls throbbed in anticipation for he was so close to his release. He wanted to cum in her arse but he would fuck that hole later when he decided to breed her and her daughter together.
"Turn around you filthy slut" he commanded in a thick voice. "I wish to cover you in my cum so you know your place slut, you belong to me now my little red haired bitch." That got her attention as she turned to face him still on her knees. Jon stood up and began to stroke his cock furiously and a few pumps later he came violently as tendrils of thick, white cum exploded out of his cock and onto her face. He came so much her entire face was covered with the liquid with many spurts in her hair and on her tits. Once his cock finished convulsing, she began to lap up all his seed and began to swallow it zealously like it was a gift from the Gods. "So delicious and plentiful my prince" she remarked as she continued swallowing mouthfuls of cum.
"I wouldn't want any of this delicious gift to go to waste" she claimed as she lapped up the cum from her tits with her fingers before sensually sucking them clean. Then she spotted some around his cock and used her mouth to clean him, the feel of her lips made his cock throb as he let out a moan. Once she had finished cleaning him she let his cock free and sat on her knees awaiting further instruction.
Jon took in her well fucked state and felt his arousal begin to grown once more, she truly looked stunning even in such a state that made her look like a whore from winter town. "Do you know of a quiet place in the castle?" Jon asked as he stroked her cheeks only for her to give him a confused look before realisation dawned on her and she began to eagerly nod. "The broken tower of the first keep is mostly abandoned my prince" she answered. "It seems it will be abandoned no longer" Jon replied with a wicked smile that she couldn't help but return. " now my little bitch suck your masters cock once more I wish for you to have the taste of my seed on your tongue at the feast." she eagerly began to suck his cock once more as an idea formed in jons head which consisted of him fucking both mother and daughter for the duration of his visit.